• Ageless Mosukito's Gallery
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      "Time....Time is a wonderful thing is it not? The ebbs and flows of the temporal fabric permeate our very rational thought, tearing at our minds, making us mortal....How I miss those days, when the sun on my face still had a warming touch." Looking to the left of you, you see the origin of those words, his pale skin gleaming in the light of the moon. He turns his gaze to you, his eyes heavily lidded, as if he was tired. His next words trail out softly, like a midnight fog. "Oh, i am sorry if i have startled you, allow me to introduce myself to you." He extends a hand, pale white into the mote black of his worn suit. "I am Mosquito of Arachnephobia, the ageless right hand of my mistress, Arachne."
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